Homophobia

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"No matter what, I will and have always loved you. No matter how deep your depression or how horrible your failure, I'll always stay in your life, no matter what. If you dont like it, too damn bad baby"

Kim's POV

I woke up to the sound of my cellphones alarm, signaling that I had to wake up and face my last day at Seoul Middle School, as I was leaving for America tonight. I'm not really going to miss seoul at all, if I'm being honest. I'm pretty and all but I'm bullied over one thing- I'm a lesbian. I got up and sighed as I shut off my alarm. I went to my bathroom and showered, dressed and did my makeup. I was ready for school, so I had time to eat, but I decided I needed to lose 20 lbs and a bowl of nutella and strawberries wasnt going to get me very far, so I just grabbed my backpack, violin and piano music and walked to school.

My last day consisted of all my teachers saying goodbye to me and basically gushing over the fact I never got lower than 100% in all the classes, giving me treats and presents. Every girl was afraid I had a crush or gain one on them so they just stayed away and no guy wanted to hang out so I NEVER had distractions from school and home. The day went by fast, and I went home. My dads car was in the driveway, and that scared me. My father was abusive so my mother left him when she got pregnant with me. I'm only allowed to know him because I asked to. I took a deep breath, and opened the door to my parents... talking?
My mom looked stressed, drinking wine and rubbing her temples. I automatically knew something was up, and that I should stay out. So, I placed my things on our couch and sneak into our kitchen to grab my container of nutella and a spoon, but knowing my luck, the silverware drawer made a sound and my mum heard.
"Kim?"
Shoot. Now I had to reply.
"Yes mum? I was just snatching my nutella!" I hollered.
"That's fine, can you come in here?"
"Yeah, sure mum, one second!"
I walked into the dining room, taking a huge bite of my nutella.
"Hey, kim." My father said in a rude tone.
"Oh. Hello." I said back to him with even more sass.
"Honey, we need to talk." My mother said quietly.
I nodded as if to say I understand, and took a seat near my mum.
"What's going on, mum?" I asked her with a confused tone.
"Your father doesnt want you leaving seoul. He says you're better off with him than me."
I gave him the nastiest look known to man.
"Arent you homophobic?" I stated.
"Yes, very much so." He said.
"Well, I cant stay with someone whom doesnt accept me for who I am. I'm not staying with you here." I said.
"What's this supposed to mean?" He asked.
"Father. I'm a lesbian." I stated proudly.
He gave a disgusting look at me. "You know what? Fine. I cant have a gay daughter." He hollered as he marched out.
"Its lesbian, father, not gay!" I hollered louder.
I looked at my mum, who was obviously shocked.
"I'm not leaving you, mum. I'm 13, I need a mum before I need a father." I said sweetly, as I hugged her.
"I'm going to eat my nutella, by the time I'm done, we can leave for the airport."
She nodded and joined me in eating nutella.